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french-ao3 · 3 months

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Salut! j'ai vu que tu faisais une thèse sur les tags en français sur AO3; ça m'intéresserait de savoir comment ça avance (considère que je demande à m'inscrire à la mailinglist hypothétique Thèse AO3 Français).

Hola! Je vais essayer de donner des nouvelles au fur et à mesure de l'avancement de ce mémoire, puisque j'ai été agréablement surprise de l'enthousiasme des gens pour mon petit sondage ;)

Juqu'ici j'avais surtout réalisé le travail préparatoire : lire la recherche antérieure, faire l'état de l'art, établir une question de recherche et commencer à collecter des données. Si ça intéresse des gens, je pourrais partager des liens d'articles académiques que j'ai trouvé intéressants (la majeure partie sont en anglais parce que c'est dans cette langue que les Fan Studies se sont le plus développées, mais il y a aussi de la recherche en français).

J'essayerai de vous faire un petit post une fois que j'aurais fini d'analyser els résultats du sondage pour que vous puissiez voir à quoi vous avez toustes contribué ! Pour le reste, on verra si j'ai le temps de tout vous détailler, mais dans le pire des cas, j'essayerai de rendre le mémoire disponible quelque part où les gens pourront le trouver.

#french ao3

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inlovewithaspiderguy · 19 days

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french ppl on ao3 piss me off why is every single one of you writing hp fics. the world beholds so many beautiful things to see.

#french ao3 #wow quelle belle contribution à ce tag ce ne va pas du tout couper l’envie de futurs auteurs.trices de se lancer /s #frenchie talks

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marinlupin · 14 days

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i love the hc that the black brothers speak french because i love french do i know what they’re saying without subtitles? or someone telling me? no. but you could be telling me you hate me in french and i’d still enjoy it because i just love the sound of it. i would LOVE to learn french if i wasn’t so nervous too lol

#marauders #ao3 author #marauders fandom #marauders era #regulus black #dead gay wizards #sirius black #french #the black brothers #the most ancient and noble house of black

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regulusunset · 2 months

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“happy birthday, jamie,” regulus says against james' soft mouth, his fingers finding their way home to the nape of his curly neck. he feels james' sleepy smile and the strength of his arms snaking under the sheets to embrace him around the waist, with warm, delicate fingers. “je t'aime.”

and oh, james sighs before capturing regulus' lips in a hungry kiss, because he loves him too. he feels the love in his lungs, in his stomach, in the way his skin tingles and his heart sings: yes, angel, stay between my mouth and my arms where i can protect you.

#regulus black #james potter #starchaser #marauders #comfort #regulus comfort #regulus french #james potter headcanon #jegulus headcanon #marauders fandom #ao3 jegulus

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ao3screenshots · 2 years

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my knowledge of French History

#ao3 #AO3 fanfic #AO3 tag #AO3 tags #my AO3 #fanfiction #fandom #fan #fanfic #french

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scrollonso · 1 day

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Crazy In Love²

A Strollonso AU where Fernando succeeds the Spanish throne and makes it his goal as king to make the Prince of France his groom. (1.9k words, dark!nando, murder (duh), fluff too) [@catboysracing @mercyreg] {This took so long but first kiss race 14 is taking longer so 🔥}

last part - masterlist - next part (coming soon)

As people began to disappear into the guest rooms Fernando excused him and Lance once again, his hand settling on the small of the boys back as he showed the Prince to the room he'd be sleeping in for the night.

The shorter one was practically beaming, unable to wipe the smile off his face since his father and Fernando began discussing the terms of the marriage.

"Will my son be able to continue his studies if he was to begin living here with you?"

"Of course. I'll be sure he learns the same if not more."

"Will my son be involved in battles if Spain was to find itsself in conflict while he's ruling by your side?"

"No, I'll do everything in my power to ensure he's as far from conflict as possible."

They'd continued asking and answering questions like that for ages, Chloe and Lance drifting to the side to talk about the younger boys plans as the soon to be King Consort

Lance was excited once Fernando whisked him away, eyes glued to the man as they walked, almost tripping over his own feet because of how lost in thought he'd gotten

"Careful, mi rey" Fernando spoke, quick to pull Lance into his arms, pulling one hand away to point at the two doors closest to them, the rooms across the hall from one another "This one is yours for the night, I'll be a few steps away if you need anything."

"Can I stay in your room?" Lance asked, hands grabbing onto the Spaniards biceps as he spoke

"With me?"

"Just until I get tired, I don't want to be alone" Lance said quietly, praying the man wouldn't find it weird

"What, are you scared of the dark?" Fernando raised a brow, just teasing the Frenchman

"Mhm" He nodded, bottom lip jutting out slightly at the thought of sitting in the new dark room alone.

The King laughed under his breath, not expecting the boy to really be afraid of the dark. Without hesitating he unlocked his door and pulled Lance in, letting go of him in order to light the lantern besides the door

"It's not funny!" Lance protested, covering his face in embarrassment as he stood in the chilled room

"I know, I'm sorry, mi rey" Fernando cooed, pulling Lance closer to him again to litter his exposed skin in kisses, pleased with the giggles that came as a result.

They spent the next hours just talking and getting to know eachother. Lance had practically told Fernando everything about him and Fernando had told the boy everything he needed to know.

Just as the boy began getting tired there was a knock at the door, it wad weird and had a certain pattern to it that caused Fernando to get up instantly, planting a kiss on his grooms temple before excusing himself to deal with whatever was waiting outside for him.

Lance heard the yelling from through the door, he wasn't sure what was going on since the conversation was happening in Spanish and he was far from fluent.

All he understood were scattered cuss words and the obviously tense tone. He heard Fernando's voice above all the others, the king's sentences practically overflowing with swears as his fist slammed into the closest wall, Lance unable to hide his fear as he heard the situation escelate.

He had no idea what had happened but when the door opened and the now rugged looking King came back in a part of him was scared. Scared of what he might be capable of.

Fernando noticed.

He always noticed.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, reaching out to cup the Frenchmans face, reddened knuckles further contrasting their skin tones

"Did something happen?" Lance asked, eyebrows knitting together as he gazed up at the man towering over him

"Nothing important, mi rey." The man insisted, craning his neck in order to peck the boys lips, taking a seat on the mattress besides him as soon as he pulled away "Don't worry about anything, it's all under control"

Lance believed him, of course he did. What reasons did he have not to?

Not long after Fernando came in Lance had fallen asleep, head on the Spaniards shoulder as his breath steadied.

The man knew he had stuff to do and if he didn't move the boy soom he'd never get to work so he slowly lifted Lance, laying him on the mattress and covering him up. The boy slept as if he'd never faced any misfortune in his life, he hadn't. Not yet.

Fernando krept out of the room, looking back to make sure his groom was still asleep under his covers before closing and locking him in.

"Padre" A voice called, Fernando turning to see his oldest son and military commander just steps away

"Carlos, when did you return?" Fernando asked, little to no emotions in his voice as he spoke

"Just now." He confirmed, coming closer to his father so he could lower his voice "I've almost finished escorting Jesuits out of the kingdom but some have barricaded themselves in their homes. What should we do?"

"I'll handle it. Lead me to them, Carlito."

It was towards town square, one house in particular had a handfull of Jesuits in escondites throughout the large building.

Fernando wasn't stupid. He practically broke the door down, snapping the wooden plank holding it shut in two, Carlos following close behind because he knew many men were in the home but he also knew his father had a tendency of getting out of control once he started.

The king listened, lanza gripped hard in his left hand. He'd had it modified, shortened so he could use it easily even when he wasnt on horseback. It was ironic, his weapon of choice had always been a lanza but something felt different today. The name felt different. Lanza. Lance.

His fingers flexed around the wooden rod, knuckles white as he began searching the first floor, Carlos staying further back to watch. His father liked what he did and he liked doing it alone.

He could hear breathing, it was shakey, it was muffled, but it was near. He stopped walking, realizing the person was behind the bookshelf to his right. Fernando turned back to Carlos, nodding over to where he suspected the Jesuit to be hiding.

Fernando didn't want to move the shelf, figuring there was somewhere else they could run off to in the mean time so he positioned his lanza against the wood and shoved it forward, hearing the way skin tore under his blade. He knew it wasn't a serious injury because only seconds later the bastard began to pray

"St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil."

He scoffed. Ridiculous. There was no St. Michael. No Archangel. No God. No Devil. But if there was, Fernando would be the closest thing to it.

He pulled his blade out harshly, shoving the now broken wood out of his way so he could reach the man easier, seeing him clutching his shoulder as he continued

"May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God,"

It was embarrassing, the King thought, how the man was still praying to his god after being put in this situation.

He reached out his hand to grab the frightened mans cappa. He shook under Fernando, practically falling to his knees as he began to sob. Not stopping his prayer. Fernando was going to let him finish.

"Thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen."

As soon as he heard the mans voice fade he slammed him against the caved in wall behind him, lanza positioned against his larynx. Fernando knelt down, the Jesuit too afraid to move

"There is no god." He spat, watching as the mans sobs became harder before he pierced his throat, the life leaving his eyes as he was propped up with the Spaniards blade.

It took time but eventually Fernando had managed to rid Madrid of the rest of the Jesuits. Anyone else would feel some sort of emotion, regret, fear, jealousy, Fernando just felt content. Knowing the Popes biggest supporters were either dead or exiled brought a smile to his face.

The walk back was nice, Carlos telling him the things he'd gotten into that day. His oldest truly was a mini-him. The other two mainly took after their mother but Carlos was the spitting image of Fernando and he couldn't wait for his boy to be king.

As they reached the palace Carlos told his father goodnight, going to see what food was left over from the ball while Fernando returned to Lance.

The Spanish king unlocked his door, eyes scanning the hall around him before he stepped in, making sure to re-lock it before finding his way back to his groom.

He was still asleep, eyelashes laying against his pale cheeks as he slept, soft smile on his face. He was beautiful, to Fernando, to everyone. The man still had his blade in his hand, his lanza, he hadn't bothered to wipe the blood off, simply stashing it in his wardrobe before finding his way to bed with the Frenchman.

It wad odd, sleeping in the same bed as someone you were just engaged to, but killing someone with your blade then laying with someone with the same name was stranger so Fernando couldn't be bothered to do anything differently.

Lance awoke hours later, registering the arms around his waist straight away, it was nice, foreign, but nice.

His hands found their way to the Spaniards, fingers lightly brushing over his rough knuckles, scabs forming over the cuts he'd made the night before. He was rugged, far more rugged than Lawrence.

Fernando was the first King, besides his father, that Lance had truly been in the presence of since he was very young, since the signing of the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle when he was only six.

He felt safe, for whatever reason, in the mans arms. He was so much larger than the boy, so much stronger, so much more powerful. Lance felt as though he could lay in Fernandos arms forever and never have to worry of anything bad happening to either of them.

"How'd you sleep, mi rey?" Fernando spoke softly, lips pressing against the nape of Lance's neck

"I slept good" Lance smiled, turning to face Fernando, checking to make sure he was as handsome as he remembered. "Did you sleep well?"

"How could I not" The king smiled back, hand leaving the princes waist to brush the hair from his face "Sleeping next to you was perfect, can not wait to do it every night."

Before Lance could respond there was a knock at the door, a man saying something in Spanish that caused Fernando to get up, petting the boys head as he left the mattress

"Let's get dressed, your father wants the wedding to happen as soon as possible."

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french-ao3 · 3 months

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Hey, es-tu (êtes-vous?) tag-wrangler sur ao3? Ca pourrait être interessant de prendre cette spécificité en compte également, vu que les bénévoles qui ont été tag wranglers sont en général plus au clair sur l'utilisation des tags, les règles qu'ils doivent suivre, et les limites qui font qu'actuellement on n'a pas de tags canoniques en français sur l'archive.

Bonjour !

Je ne fais pas partie de l'équipe de Tag Wrangling, mais j'ai pris contact avec elleux et j'espère pouvoir obtenir de leur part des informations spécifiques à leur côté de l'équation. Je n'ai pas pris en compte le fait d'être ou non tag wrangler dans ce sondage car cela me paraissait hors propos pour un sondage qui vise avant tout d'obtenir un aperçu du point de vue des utilisateur.ices du site.

Cependant, merci beaucoup de l'intérêt que tu portes à ce projet, cela me va droit au coeur<3

#french ao3

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inlovewithaspiderguy · 6 months

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Je vais aller sur Ao3, voir que y’a encore rien pour polar park, et repartir avec une déception évidente et une envie d’écrire

#sauf que j’ai aucun prompt #mais j’aimerais écrire du #lyes x louveteau #louveteau x lyes #je sais pas du tout comment les appeler #lyesveteau #louvyes #ok louvyes c’est plus stylé #polar park #polar park arte #french ao3

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allaboutlov3 · 4 days

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As some of you might know, I’m currently writing a little something. But I just realized that I don’t speak french. Shocking, In know. But I just wanted Regulus to say something in french and I can’t do it. And using a translator just feels…wrong? Ughhh annoying. But I really can’t start learning french just to write a few sentences in my fanfics, can I? It’s crazy. I feel crazy. Is it, tho?

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jeanvaljeancheri · 2 months

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Hi! Since TSC is coming soon I've been kind of on a jerejean binge in the past few weeks so here are some of my fav jerejean fics pt2. If you haven't seen it yet and want more jerejean recs go check out the first post :)

Mon Petit Oiseau 1k

Sometimes, Jean couldn’t stand to look at Jeremy for too long. He was the ever-burning sun, blazing his way through life and dragging Jean along with him.

Jean teaching Jeremy some French that turns into soft introspection that turns into sleepy cuddles

Plus One 28k

Stabbing the invite into the cork board over his kitchen counter, Jean figured he had a little over twelve months to come up with a date for at least one of these. Even someone as inept as him could manage that...

Jean has a bunch of wedding invites, and no date. Jeremy has a suggestion.

what softens 26k

Like this, Jean steps into his new life.

This one is a kevin/jean/Jeremy pairing :)

Lucky Stars 50k

“Concussion. My helmet-I...” Jeremy can hear the slight slur of his own words, and tries his best to carefully speak again. “I think I'm okay.”

Jean treats him to a withering glare, unimpressed, before his expression pales slightly, and Jeremy does not have to guess as to why.

Or: Jeremy is badly injured, and finds it increasingly difficult to keep his feelings for a certain former Raven under wraps as some interesting facts come to light.

Capitulation in Time of War 3k

Jean's time in California is a constant battle against resentment, humiliation, and his annoyingly persistent new captain.

5 times Jeremy made Jean feel safe and valued, and 1 time Jean had to kiss Jeremy about it.

transferable skills 11k

It’s the way Jean watches his own hands as he guides the thread through the paper, pulling the gathering tight to the spine. It’s the way Jean bends, strong and handsome, over a tiny embroidery hoop to get the details exactly right. Jeremy Knox is supposed to be spending his senior year worrying about what comes next. Instead, he’s mesmerized as he watches each stitch come to life and finds, there in between the threads, something completely unexpected.

love is stored in the cat 28k

LD: Hey do u want a cat

LD: Since you’re lonely and life sucks etc

JK: Thanks

JK: IDK

JK: What kind?

LD: Orange

Jeremy gets a cat, and then a situationship. The two are somewhat related.

Falling for the first time 2k

Jean fell first, Jeremy fell harder but who said those three magic words the first time?

Or jerejean's first time saying 'i love you'

the service bought and paid for 10k

jean moreau, jeremy knox, and the concept of a gift.

I'll Crawl Home To Him 2k

It’s strange, how quiet this stretch of road is. How peaceful. Walking alone through the dark, with nothing but the moon and the sea for company, Jean feels a little bit like a ghost.

That, or like the last man alive.

C'est un peu une déclaration 1k

« Les Backstreet qui ? » demande Jean, ce soir-là, et le sourire de Jude l’avertit qu’il a posé la question de trop. Ce n’est pas une habitude – Jean ne pose jamais de questions, Jean encaisse, Jean accepte, Jean serre les dents. Ce n’est pas une habitude – et c’est peut-être pour ça que Jude, avec qui il partage sa chambre depuis bientôt deux ans, sourit aussi largement

As you may have noticed, this one is for the francophones! I know not everyone will be able to read it but it's so rare for me to find good French fics that I couldn't help recommending it!

Still updating fics I keep up with

This Time, With Feeling [81k, 13/?]

One Thousand Cuts (and all the other ways to fall in love) [4k, 2/?]

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earlgrey24 · 2 months

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Okay I have a theory that lock screens and laptop stickers are the new true windows to the soul.

Feel free to reblog with your current lock screen and/or laptop stickers!

(doing this because I a) kind of want to flex b) am really curious to see others')

#tag game #reblog game #ask game #french revolution #classics #frev #daria #lockscreens #litearture #ao3 #stickers #olympe de gouges #Athena #medusa #yes I know the painting is the 1830s revolution I just like how it looks okay #frev community #aesthetics #history

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lyss-sketchbox · 7 months

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Hey wriolette nation. If you write about Wrio's mortality and whatever happens to Neuvi and fontaine's cast after his death I just want you to know

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU PHASES INTO THE BACKROOM CRIES DIES DIES DIES DIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you i hate you i love you i hate you i love you i hate-

#YOU GUYS IN AO3 DID NOT HOLD BACK ANY PUNCHES #MAN I JUST WANTED TO READ ABOUT STUPID GAY MEN BEING I LOVE #YALL WRITE TWO FICTIONAL FRENCH/BRIT MEN IN ANIME LONDON SO MUCH BETTER THAN LIKE MOST MAINSTREAM MEDIA AND FOR WHAT #TO HURT ME IN SUCH DEEP LEVEL??????#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #yes this is a compliment /gen #wriolette #wriothesley #neuvillette #neuvithesley

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imgilmoregirl · 10 days

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Hello, everyone! Long time, no see.

I know it has been quite a long time, but I’m here to share some great news with you! My old beloved fic The Dark Lady has officially been turned into A NOVEL! I mean, I’ve spent so long editing it, rewriting and actually making it into a historical romance that I can barely believe it was born in ao3, many years ago.

My book Tears Of Seer is avaliable on Amazon for a very cheap price and if you happen to have Kindle Unlimited you can access it for free. I’ll leave it linked down bellow.

I would love it for you guys to take a look at how it turned out and tell me what do you think, that’s why I’ve just decided to come and share here on Tumblr too. You are a part of this story!

Also I want to leave my greatest thank you to every single person who has followed my journey writing here. You are the reason this book is out there.

Plus, in Amazon, you can also find my other two books, Sweet Autumn that it’s also a novel and Things I Did After Him, which happens to be a short poetry collection. Let me know if you take a look at anything.

Love,

TEARS OF SEER AMAZON LINK: https://a.co/d/15ks5ZS

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